Oh my soul, my soul, I’m bound for to rest

In the arms of the angel Gabriel

Traditional campmeeting song

‘For storms will rage and oceans roar, when Gabriel stands on sea and shore, and as he blows his wondrous horn, old worlds die and new be born.’

Prophecy of Mother Shipton

‘Gabriel, thou hadst in Heaven the esteem of wise;

And such I held thee; but this question asked

Puts me in doubt. Lives there who loves his pain?’

John Milton, Paradise Lost